Sunday, January 10, 2010

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Fat black bucksIn a wine barrel roomBarrel house kings with feet unstabledSagged and realed and pounded on the tablePounded on the tableBeat an empty barrel with the handle of a broomHard as they were ableBoom boom boomWith a silk umbrella and a handle of a broomBoomlay boomlay boomlay boom

Then i had religionThen i had a visionI could not turn from the revel in derision

Then i saw the congoCreeping through the blackCutting through the jungle with a golden track

Then along the riverbankA thousand milesTattooed cannibals dance in filesThen i heard the boom of a blood lust songAnd a tigh bone beating on a tin pan gong

A roaring epic ragtime tuneFrom the mouth of the congoTo the mountains of the moonDeath is an elephantTorched eyed and horribleFoam flanked and terribleBoom steal the pygmiesBoom kill the arabsBoom kill the white mensHoo hoo hoo

Listen to the yell of the leopolds ghostBurning in hell for his hand made hostHear how the demons chuckle and yellCutting his hands off down in hell

Listen to the creepy proclamationBlown through the lairs of the forest nationBlown fast the white anrs hills of clayBlown fast the march where the bhutterflies play

Be careful what you doOr the mumbo jumboGod of the congoAnd all of the other gods of the congoMumbo jumbo will hoo doo youMumbo jumbo will hoo doo youMumbo jumbo will hoo doo you

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